Here’s the thing about gossip and why I don’t like it. It’s like I was out dancing in the rain for three hours and you’re telling everyone I broke into the pool to swim when (let’s get real here) I haven’t been near a public swimming facility in years. I’m ashamed that misplaced verbosity can make me feel anything, even anger.

Even if I could separate out the ruthless from the ones who just don’t care, I’d still be left wondering whether there was any fundamental difference between the two.

It’s raining and I wish I was outside wandering the streets of Fargo for an unbiased shoulder to rant to instead of sitting on the kitchen floor trying to write things.

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oh mannn tonight killed my writer’s block. good. I don’t care about pain and betrayal if it gives me something to pour into the ink.

and here it is. When “thank you” trips over “I’m sorry”, I think I finally learned the concept of trust, but it seems to be too late. I want to beg you to forget the last 3 hours. I don’t know anything. I know too much. I wish I could get back some naivety, something to make me less scared of missteps. To be able to say “I didn’t know” and mean it, and have that be a good enough excuse. A pat on the head and a dismissal to the treehouse. please stop pretending I am an adult.

I want you to know that I appreciate your efforts to make it all better for me.

There is one person on this entire planet that I’m not “cool” with. I wish I could change that. All the time, all the time, all the time. I hate to see him. The most stressful thing in my life. Why can’t we just be chill?

I wish that youtube had music with no videos sometimes. That’s the way I like to consume it. In other news, this is devastatingly relevant. —-Oh HEY I got accepted into the Northern Eclecta, which is a journal NDSU puts out every year with creative submissions… I am happy. This next poem isn’t the one that got accepted. I just wrote this today actually. Paring